I messed up with the girl of my dreamsAnd no matter what anyone else thinks or how it seemsI knew you were the one I wanted, the only oneThat's ever been so realI never meant to hurt you so muchAnd if my life was half enoughTo make up for thatYou could take that life awayA cynical wharf witch’s world is turned on end when her childhood sweetheart returns from the sea.Candle is a firelighter, selling fragments of her spirit to the hopeless and lost. It’s a rough livelihood, but she’s a survivor and allows herself few regrets. Then Tern shows up. The boy she once loved—who left so mysteriously—is now a gorgeous man who acts as if they’re friends. How can he act as if nothing ever happened? And how can she help him when she wants to tear him in two?

Overpopulation has ruined the Earth. Housing stacks dot the landscape, surrounded by piles of discarded rubble. Yet the newly discovered, habitable planets in the cosmos provide hope, and the lottery offices provide a chance for those in the housing stacks to ascend into the stars. Only, the game is rigged, and all the treasure found in the stars will be wasted so long as the lottery entertains.Becky Chen works with a broken heart. She wears a surveyor’s uniform, sent by the lottery offices to scout for habitable planets capable of providing a new home for Earth’s masses. It’s a job she does not love, for she knows that the settlers who follow in her trail will trample whatever splendor she discovers in those stars.Winston Clayton prays for a chance to ascend into the heavens. He calls the stale and stinking air of a housing stack home, and he anxiously waits each month to hear if the lottery chooses his apartment tower as the next winning stack to be transported to a new world of fresh air and uncluttered fields.Mary Lopez rides a shuddering settler’s rig down through the atmosphere of Wildberry. She knows she is a prosperous person, and that the planets are reserved for independent and strong characters such as herself. The lottery has supplied her with shelter and with tools, and Mary is confident that the weapon she smuggles into the contest will give her the advantage needed to survive and thrive.The pulsating creatures native to an alien world will become swept up in the schemes of the affluent and the fights of the desperate. Their wings can supply any desired scene to those settlers arriving upon Wildberry, if only the men and women who chase to that new, alien world can recognize the grace already occupying their new home.

Nomads of the North A story of romance and adventure under the open stars. A Canadian Mountie allows an innocent fugitive to escape with the woman he loves. The book was later turned into a film novel of the same name.

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A paranormal short story. Jaz and her friend Helen are ghost-hunters, helping to rid people of unwanted spirit manifestations. But when Mrs Smallman asks them to rid her house of an incubus, the results aren't quite what they expected.Connie, the eight-year-old daughter of Eile and Sunny of Team Girl, is fed up. Her parents pay more attention to her sister Liza than they do her. She concludes they don't love her anymore and she decides to run away. She wants to become special, to teach them all a lesson, so she goes to Giovanna Borgia, a vampire and one of Team Girl's best friends, and asks her to make her a vampire.Giovanna invites her to attend a vampire Christmas party in a nearby cemetery, and there she meets Angela, a child vampire her same age. They strike up an unlikely friendship, and Connie learns what it means to be a vampire, the bad as well as the good.However, a group of vampire hunters decides to crash the party, and they have targeted Connie and Angela for extermination.

Mitchell Parker has acquired the greatest anniversary present in history, to unveil at the quiet but lavish evening he and Eileen had planned at their favourite hotel. However, the occasion isn't going as planned and he finds himself observing a table across the dining room. As he watches a young couple Mitchell Parker realizes he has another gift to offer in celebration.Mitchell Parker is a character from my novel Nothing Ventured. His role was just a cameo appearance; Molly sees him in the hotel dining room and flees in the hope that he won't see her there and report to her father, Patrick Malone. This short story gives Mitchell some depth, with a story of his own, and indirectly a larger role in Molly's relationship with Paul. Originally released in 2013, Mitchell Parker's Anniversary Gift has received excellent reviews on Library Thing and Goodreads. I am pleased to make it available via additional retailers in 2014.

PART I THE CUBHOOD OF WAHB [Illustration:] I. He was born over a score of years ago, away up in the wildest part of the wild West, on the head of the Little Piney, above where the Palette Ranch is now. His Mother was just an ordinary Silvertip, living the quiet life that all Bears prefer, minding her own business and doing her duty by her family, asking no favors of any one excepting to let her alone. It was July before she took her remarkable family down the Little Piney to the Graybull, and showed them what strawberries were, and where to find them. Notwithstanding their Mother\'s deep conviction, the cubs were not remarkably big or bright; yet they were a remarkable family, for there were four of them, and it is not often a Grizzly Mother can boast of more than two. [Illustration] The woolly-coated little creatures were having a fine time, and reveled in the lovely mountain summer and the abundance of good things. Their Mother turned over each log and flat stone they came to, and the moment it was lifted they all rushed under it like a lot of little pigs to lick up the ants and grubs there hidden. It never once occurred to them that Mammy\'s strength might fail sometime, and let the great rock drop just as they got under it; nor would any one have thought so that might have chanced to see that huge arm and that shoulder sliding about under the great yellow robe she wore. No, no; that arm could never fail. The little ones were quite right. So they hustled and tumbled one another at each fresh log in their haste to be first, and squealed little squeals, and growled little growls, as if each was a pig, a pup, and a kitten all rolled into one. They were well acquainted with the common little brown ants that harbor under logs in the uplands, but now they came for the first time on one of the hills of the great, fat, luscious Wood-ant, and they all crowded around to lick up those that ran out. But they soon found that they were licking up more cactus-prickles and sand than ants, till their Mother said in Grizzly, "Let me show you how." She knocked off the top of the hill, then laid her great paw flat on it for a few moments, and as the angry ants swarmed on to it she licked them up with one lick, and got a good rich mouthful to crunch, without a grain of sand or a cactus-stinger in it. The cubs soon learned. Each put up both his little brown paws, so that there was a ring of paws all around the ant-hill, and there they sat, like children playing \'hands,\' and each licked first the right and then the left paw, or one cuffed his brother\'s ears for licking a paw that was not his own, till the ant-hill was cleared out and they were ready for a change. Ants are sour food and made the Bears thirsty, so the old one led down to the river. After they had drunk as much as they wanted, and dabbled their feet, they walked down the bank to a pool, where the old one\'s keen eye caught sight of a number of Buffalo-fish basking on the bottom. The water was very low, mere pebbly rapids between these deep holes, so Mammy said to the little ones: "Now you all sit there on the bank and learn something new." [Illustration: ] First she went to the lower end of the pool and stirred up a cloud of mud which hung in the still water, and sent a long tail floating like a curtain over the rapids just below....

At Zoe's Rescue Zoo only the cutest, cuddliest animals need apply!Zoe loves living at her uncle's rescue zoo because there's always something exciting going on. And Zoe also has an amazing secret... She can actually TALK to the animals!Zoe is thrilled to welcome a new animal to the rescue zoo - an adorable tiger cub! The talkative cub loves to make friends but his stories are keeping the other animals awake all night. Can Zoe come up with a sleepover solution that makes everyone happy?Another fantastic title in the perfect series for young animal lovers, beautifully illustrated throughout by Sophy Williams.Have you read Zoe's other adventures?The Lonely Lion CubThe Puzzled PenguinThe Silky Seal PupThe Eager ElephantThe Lucky Snow LeopardThe Pesky Polar BearThe Cuddly KoalaThe Wild Wolf PupThe Happy HippoThe Sleepy Snowy OwlThe Scruffy Sea OtterThe Picky...

"Baree: The Story of a Wolf-Dog" is an adventure-filled, realistic novel a wolf-dog named Baree, who is separated from his parents soon after he is born and begins the quest of having to survive on his own in the harsh envirionment of the Canadian wilderness. As Baree grows older, he has encounters with a near sighted owl, befriends a bear, and tries to make friends with a colony of beavers. Then Baree comes up against his most perplexing animal...Man! Baree quickly desires the companionship that Willow(a beautiful young woman) offers. He follows her everywhere and has a strong bond with her that cannot be broken. He will do anything to protect her, and that includes keeping her safe from her family\'s enemy, an evil man called the Factor of Lac Bain. James Oliver Curwood, the author of the book, expertly describes the feelings and thoughts going through the mind of the young Baree, and throughout the book, we root for him all through his triumphs and tragedies. The wilderness is described beautifully and also becomes a "character" of the story as well. "Baree: The Story of a Wolf-Dog" is well written, easy to read , and holds the readers interest all the way till the satisfying conclusion.

Philip Steele\'s pencil drove steadily over the paper, as if the mere writing of a letter he might never mail in some way lessened the loneliness. The wind is blowing a furious gale outside. From off the lake come volleys of sleet, like shot from guns, and all the wild demons of this black night in the wilderness seem bent on tearing apart the huge end-locked logs that form my cabin home. In truth, it is a terrible night to be afar from human companionship, with naught but this roaring desolation about and the air above filled with screeching terrors. Even through thick log walls I can hear the surf roaring among the rocks and beating the white driftwood like a thousand battering-rams, almost at my door. It is a night to make one shiver, and in the lulls of the storm the tall pines above me whistle and wail mournfully as they straighten their twisted heads after the blasts.

An exciting story which takes place in the Great White North, featuring a murder, a confession, and a mysterious girl.

James Arthur Kjelgaard was an American author of young adult literature. Born in New York City, New York, Jim Kjelgaard is the author of more than forty novels, the most famous of which is 1945\'s Big Red.

When the dog came to the weed-grown border of the clearing, he stopped. Then, knowing that his back could be seen over the weeds, he slunk down so that his belly scraped the earth. He was tense and quivering, and his eyes bore a haunted look. But there was nothing craven in them and little fear. In all his life the dog had never feared anything except the terrible torment that beset him now. He was of no recognizable breed, though all of his ancestors had been large dogs. There was a hint of staghound in his massive head and in his carriage, and somewhere along the way he had acquired a trace of Great Dane. His fur was silky, like a collie\'s, and there was a suggestion of bloodhound in his somewhat flabby jowls. Without purpose or plan, the blood of all these breeds had mingled to produce this big mongrel.

A classic novel by Jim Kjelgaard, whose books were primarily about dogs and wild animals, often with animal protagonists and told from the animal\'s point of view.